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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 14:52:20 GMT -5
Killion hits a nostril, which definitely hurts the beast, but as Ragnar slices into its scales with Red Rain the blood spills onto his hand, and he feels a sharp burning pain. The blood of the desert creature is heated almost to the boiling point, and an ugly scar will be on Ragnar's hand if he lives through the attack. Cedric jabs over and over, trying to score a hit, but the beast is seemingly unfazed, and dusty sand grits into the warriors' eyes and they have trouble seeing. As they fight, a great cry is overheard from above, and a half dozen shadows swarm about the area. The rocs seems to have gotten their appetite up, seeing the struggle.
They peck at the wyrm and try snagging the men, but steel and armor and the giant lizard keep them at bay. The struggle is titanic and all the men suffer cuts and bruises and burns from the spraying blood of the yellow creature and the giant raptors. After a few more minutes, a roc is brought down by the wyrm, nearly crushing Quentyn under its bulk, and the remaining birds flee, while the wyrm looks to the men, hissing. It is more irritated than genuinely hurt still, but a few scales have been knocked off. Surely no other men have even managed that.
ooc: I roleld this but posting the rolls is boring because I didn't roll it like a normal fight.
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 15:05:28 GMT -5
"We've got in on the ropes, lads!" Killion exclaimed with as much confidence as he could muster, panting heavily in the baking heat, the creature's blood smoking on the end of his pike, feeling blisters rise on his flesh where the liquid managed to seep through his plate. "Aim for spots missing scales."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 18, 2015 15:19:02 GMT -5
Wincing, Ragnar brandished his sword with gritted teeth. He darted forward and struck at the creature where scales had been torn away, hoping to plunge the blade into an organ.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:20:16 GMT -5
Clarence goes in to attack, but the beast swings completely around, its giant tail smacking him aside, weapons glancing off scales. Cedric takes his greatsword out and smashes its side but again the powerful blow is only an irritant. As Killion jabs with the pike he catches the wyrm on the inside of its mouth, but the frenzied reptile twists its head so hard the spear flies from his hand and snaps. The creature has had enough, and slithers away at twenty or twenty five miles an hour, its legs tucked to its side, leaving a dozen or so large, window-sized scales and gallons of steaming and mildly caustic blood. Cedric falls t the ground, panting, as Clarence is laying on his back. "What a fucking fight that was."
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 15:25:22 GMT -5
Killion fell onto his knees, panting, sure he was swimming in his armor.
"That's right." he gasped, weakly pointing after the fleeing wyrm. "You better run."
He glanced around, vision hazy as he shielded his eyes from the sun.
"Anyone dead?" he called out. "Nobody better have got ate!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:40:20 GMT -5
"I feel like I got ate and shat right our," Clarence wheezes. "What the fuck was that thing? I thought old Dayne here was...fucking exagerrating, at least!"
Cedric dusts himself off. "I never exaggerate."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 18, 2015 15:40:26 GMT -5
"I'm here," Ragnar said. "Not dead yet. Bloody bastard moves fast. Good riddance to it." He glanced down at Red Rain. "Hell of a fight."
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 15:50:19 GMT -5
"No offense to your kindgom, but fuck Sothoryos." Killion spat, returning to his feet. "Collect as many materials as we can handle. Those scales have to be good for something."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 16:05:40 GMT -5
Everyone gets three scales. They can stack their armor on it and use ropes to drag the equipment like primitve sleds. Dehydration will kill them if they don't lighten their load. a mile back, the rest of their party awaits with citrus fruits, meat, and water. Then wine and whiskey. The scales are hard but a bit flexible
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 16:18:29 GMT -5
Killion would find some use for the scales later. Now the waiting refreshments were all that was on his mind, drinking his weight in water before he turned his attention to the rest of the provided goods.
"A fine hunt, Dayne." he clapped the man on the back. "Would have liked to stuff that thing, but it was worthy sport nonetheless."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 18, 2015 16:30:17 GMT -5
Ragnar drank some water from his flask before stacking his belongings on the scales.
"At least we got to pillage a few scales from the beast," he mused.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 17:55:24 GMT -5
Cedric nods. "Good practice for the beasts to come. Can make some good armor."
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 18:13:11 GMT -5
"Aye, or reinforce the hull on a ship or two." he replied, considering a multitude of options. "Well no need to dawdle. A queen to say our fond farewells to, pirates to deal with, and a Volantene fleet that needs a reminder on who rules the seas."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 18:41:47 GMT -5
The men head back to Slayer's Rest. All of thema re feeling the beginnings of the Sothoryos Shit: bowel movements every half hour, runny and feverish and stomachs clenching like they're trying to speak publicly with a raging erection. Cedric alone is unfazed. Clarence is cursing the very thought of the continent every second.
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Post by Kurts on May 19, 2015 0:04:30 GMT -5
Killion passed around some on the medicine they had purchased on Mantarys, not feeling very princely in his current state.
"We have returned, Your Grace." He exclaimed with bravado that was severely undercut by his cold sweats and roiling bowels.
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